Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 551

After the two children returned to the Song family, Song Ran also sold the house in the capital and moved back directly to the Song residence.

Except for the addition of those two little lives, her life seemed to go back to ten years ago.

At the end of the day's work, before leaving get off work, her assistant came in with a courier box, with a hesitant expression, saying that it was a package sent by Mr. Shan.

Song Ran raised her hand and typed something on the keyboard. Hearing this, she only glanced at the small box, and said, "Open it and have a look."

When it was opened, the little assistant let out a soft "hey", and took out a card and a handful of carefully wrapped dried flowers from inside, "Mr. Shan is really interesting, he treats Miss Song like an ordinary little girl." Coax it."

As she spoke, she emptied out the styrofoam in the box, flipped through it back and forth, and confirmed that there were diamonds, jewelry and other high-end gifts hidden inside.

Song Ran didn't care, but if the gift was really something valuable, she could just go back the same way, but she couldn't see the bouquet of dried flowers from Mingtang, which made her hesitate.

He stopped the movement of his hands, looked up and saw that the assistant was taking off the plastic film wrapped around the bouquet, and then handed the card and flowers to her, and asked with a face full of embarrassment, "How to deal with this?"

Song Ran's eyes were heavy, she took the card first, opened it, and saw two lines of writing in a pen.

"Three years ago, I went to Provence, and it took me three days to understand that the meaning of my going there was to bring you back this bouquet of flowers."

In parentheses below the signature is a small line, "It matches that empty vase on your desk."

The moment I closed the card, I searched for the whereabouts of the empty vase uncontrollably. I looked around at the desk but couldn't find it, so I asked the assistant, "The vase I brought back from Japan earlier Woolen cloth?"

"Huh?" The assistant who was standing respectfully was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and pointed to a row of storage cabinets behind him, "You said you didn't like the fragrance of the flowers, so I put them away."

Seeing that she had raised her foot to pick it up, Song Ran regained her composure in an instant, raised her hand to stop the other party's footsteps, "Forget it, put these things away."

She threw the card in her hand on the bouquet of dried flowers, got up and picked up the windbreaker coat on the back of the chair, and went to pick up the bag from the hanger next to it, "I am on a business trip with me tomorrow, and I will go back tonight to prepare."

After finishing speaking, he lifted his feet and left. The assistant behind him hurriedly cleaned up the things on the table. Seeing that the person had no intention of staying, he hurriedly asked, "Do you need any reply from Mr. Shan?"

Song Ran had already stepped out of the gate, her forward steps stopped abruptly, and she turned her head after a short thought, "Come to Song's house at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, my father asked someone to bring back the black tea from abroad, please send me a copy The old man, in the name of Mr. Shan, asked him to taste it."

After she finished speaking, she left directly.

The little assistant watched the figure disappear from sight, scratched his head, although he didn't quite understand what it meant, but he couldn't refute anything, and after a soft "um", he continued to pack his things.

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The next day, Song Ran's assistant obeyed the instructions, returned to Song's house after sending the things, picked them up and went to the airport together.

The ticket was booked in a riverside city near the south. She had traveled to many places with Song Ran on business trips, but this was the first time she had visited this city since she joined the job.

"I heard that there is a Phoenix Mountain there. The Phoenix trees on the mountain have been around for many years. Now it's time to bloom. The mountains are full of red. It must be very spectacular."

On the way to the airport, the assistant kept chattering carefully, and while he was talking, he would secretly glance at Song Ran's face through the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

The woman glanced out the window with a gloomy expression, but she listened to most of what she said, and responded casually: "I can give you half a day off tomorrow afternoon, go and have a look."

The assistant pursed her lips, a little surprised, and asked hesitantly, "Why don't you go and have a look together?"

During this period of time, Song Ran worked when she should work, and rested when she should rest, as if the divorce hadn't affected her in the slightest.

In the eyes of outsiders in this state, it is inevitable that they will think that she is pretending to be brave.

So the assistant's attitude towards her during this time is also more cautious than usual.

"No."

The woman slowly closed her eyes, spit out two words, and then added, "I will catch up on sleep in the hotel."

The distance from Kyoto to Phoenix City was not short, and it was already evening when the plane landed. They took a taxi at the airport and checked in at the hotel they had booked in advance.

Coincidentally, the only five-star hotel in this city is at the foot of Phoenix Mountain. The architectural style is quite local. To suit the situation, they call all the hotels here "inns".

The lobby on the first floor of the inn is decorated with local mahogany wood, but when you go upstairs, the layout of the rooms is no different from that of a general star hotel.Song Ran's room was on the top floor, and her assistant's room was directly downstairs.

She didn't want to go out for dinner, so she ordered the food delivery service, and then sat at the desk outside the suite and turned on the computer. When she was busy processing emails, she glanced at the assistant who was packing her luggage next to her, and said, "You don't need to be busy here. , go back first."

The assistant stood up in response, and when he lifted his foot to go outside the house, he heard a cold voice behind him, "Here's the ticket stub, go send a circle of friends."

"Huh?" She paused, turned her head with a puzzled face, "Didn't you say that the whereabouts of daily business trips cannot be easily..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped the conversation consciously, and changed his words: "I see."

Miss Song never needs to ask the reason for what she wants to do.

And the woman who was immersed in processing work emails didn't seem to be aware of her questions, and didn't intend to answer them in the slightest.

About 10 minutes later, the circle of friends with photos of the hotel and the airport was freshly released. The caring assistant took a screenshot and asked, "Is this okay?"

She smiled and said "yes" casually.

And Najiu pulled on his slippers to go out, and the assistant who was using his mobile phone to Baidu the nearby night market stalls got a positive response, and he was more confident and bold to go downstairs to buy food.

Because she kept her head down all the way forward, she didn't notice that when the elevator door opened just now, the man who came out of the door and passed her stopped and stared at her for a long time in disbelief.

It wasn't until she put the phone back in her pocket that the man hurriedly turned around and walked away.

After turning around the corridor, he entered the stairwell next to him. He went up one floor to the top floor, and knocked on a door somewhere.

The man inside the door just came out of the shower, wrapped in half a bath towel, and was about to get dressed, when he heard the impatient knock on the door, he frowned, dropped the clothes in his hand and walked over in three or two steps.

Opening the door, supporting the door frame with one hand, staring at the visitor with displeasure: "What's wrong with you?"

Facing his gaze, it was the man's strong chest, and his gaze was a little lower, that is the well-defined abdominal muscles. Yan Hao swallowed silently, stretched out his hand and pointed back, "Here, I just saw Xiao Han It's..."

He stuttered a bit, and his eyes were nowhere to rest.

Because he was suspected of having an improper relationship with his young master earlier, he would be more sensitive to this aspect. As soon as he finished speaking, his ears turned red.

Without knowing it, Shan Rao pulled down the towel on his shoulders, casually wiped the water stains from the tip of his hair to his chest, and asked with frowned eyebrows, "Which Xiao Han?"

"That's right, Miss Song's assistant!"

As soon as the words fell, the shame-covering bath towel in front of him also dropped in response, and his eyes just happened to be fixed on the place where he shouldn't be staring, and his heart beat wildly in an instant.

"Young master..."

Yan Hao's throat tightened, and he stretched out a finger, pointing at somewhere on the man's body, "Your bath towel fell off..."

In the next second, there was a "bang", and the closed door suddenly hit the nose hard, the pain was so painful that people's eyes went dark, and they almost fell to the ground on the spot.

(End of this chapter)